My Lesson

The pain I’ve seen in your eyes

Mirrors that of which I have seen in mine

Which makes me want to spend time

Fixing that pain which lives in disguise

Fronted with clever smiles

Properly qued grins

All to conceal the hurt that sleeps within

None of this was told by you

It was experienced by me

And your face told that for you it was true

No amount of running could save you

Neither could my attempts to

Part of my aggression

Was simply understanding that confessing

I could not save you, meant my progression

I made fixing you a profession

I learned my lesson